#32 - How long is a hundred years?

"Eloping?" Hearing Qin Qingwan say these two words, Xu Ming was stunned for a moment.

Although having a cute girl say "elope" to him did make him feel a little flattered.

But the problem is, you're only six years old!

"Yes," Qin Qingwan nodded seriously.

Xu Ming smiled and rubbed her head: "But Qingwan, do you know what eloping means?"

"I know," Qin Qingwan nodded, "Eloping means two people who like each other go to a very far away place, a place where no one can find them. Brother Ming, I've saved a lot of money, enough for us to go to a very, very far place, where no one can find us."

Qin Qingwan looked at Xu Ming with anticipation: "Qingwan likes Brother Ming, doesn't Brother Ming like Qingwan?"

Xu Ming pinched Qin Qingwan's chubby little face: "Of course I like Qingwan, but why did Qingwan suddenly think of eloping with me?"

Hearing Xu Ming's question, Qin Qingwan lowered her little head, pouting her little mouth:

"Because Master National Preceptor said that tomorrow she will take Qingwan back to the Heavenly Mystery Sect. Qingwan doesn't want to be separated from Brother Ming so soon!"

"Tomorrow?" Xu Ming was also stunned for a moment. This news felt somewhat sudden to Xu Ming, "Isn't it when you're nine years old that you go?

Qin Qingwan lowered her head, pouting:

"Because Master National Preceptor said that a great opportunity will appear soon, which will be very helpful for my cultivation, so she wants to take me back early. Moreover, Master National Preceptor also said that she has some matters to deal with back in the sect.

The matter of my Innate Saint Body is already known to many people. Master National Preceptor said that if she's not around, no one can protect me.

But Qingwan doesn't want to leave Mother, and doesn't want to leave Brother Ming either."

Xu Ming smiled: "But Qingwan, if we elope, wouldn't you be leaving Mother too?"

Qin Qingwan raised her little head: "Mother won't elope with us, but Brother Ming will. If Qingwan leaves with Master National Preceptor, both Mother and Brother Ming will not be by Qingwan's side, but if Qingwan and Brother Ming elope, at least there's still Brother Ming."

"..."

Xu Ming was stunned for a moment.

Listening to her, it seemed to make some sense.

"Qingwan... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't elope with you," Xu Ming said seriously, looking at the little girl in front of him.

"Why..." Tears were already welling up in the girl's eyes, as if they would fall down in a torrent at any moment, "Doesn't Brother Ming like Qingwan?"

"Quite the opposite," Xu Ming shook his head, "It's precisely because I like Qingwan too much that I can't elope with Qingwan."

Qin Qingwan tilted her head, looking at Xu Ming with a puzzled expression: "Brother Ming, Qingwan doesn't understand."

Xu Ming stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of Qin Qingwan's eyes:

"Because I can't delay Qingwan. Since Senior Sister National Preceptor has said so, it means that opportunity is very important for Qingwan's future cultivation."

Qin Qingwan held Xu Ming's little hand: "But for Qingwan, Brother Ming is more important than that opportunity."

"Thank you, Qingwan, I'm very happy that you can say that," Xu Ming smiled, "But Qingwan, Brother Ming is even more afraid of Qingwan getting hurt."

Xu Ming looked at Qin Qingwan's peach blossom eyes: "Senior Sister National Preceptor said that you are a very powerful Innate Saint Body, and many people will want to get you, and many bad people will plot against you. If Qingwan encounters bad people, Brother Ming will definitely stand in front of Qingwan.

But Brother Ming is worried that even if I use all my strength, I won't be able to beat those bad people.

Brother Ming hopes that Qingwan can grow up healthy and safe."

Qin Qingwan lowered her little head, her lips tightly pursed.

"Qingwan, you have a very high talent.

And Qingwan, you are still young, very, very young. As Qingwan grows up, your views on many things will change.

In the future, Qingwan will definitely become a very, very powerful great cultivator, and Qingwan will become more and more beautiful.

Brother Ming believes that you will enter the Azure Cloud Rankings like Xueno, and then you will enter the World Rankings together, and enter the Beauty Rankings.

You will become a fairy in the eyes of many people.

In the eyes of others, you will become an unattainable existence."

"But Brother Ming," Qin Qingwan raised her head, looking at Xu Ming with teary eyes, "Qingwan doesn't want to change, doesn't want to grow up, and doesn't want to be a fairy in the eyes of many people. Qingwan only wants to be Qingwan in Brother Ming's heart."

The girl's innocent words made Xu Ming's heart suddenly soften.

"Silly girl," Xu Ming hooked his finger and scratched Qingwan's delicate little nose, "No matter how Qingwan changes in the end, you will always be Qingwan in Brother Ming's heart. It's just that Qingwan won't look up to Brother Ming by then and will have forgotten me long ago."

"No, no," the girl shook her head like a rattle, "Qingwan will never forget Brother Ming."

Xu Ming smiled: "Really?"

Qin Qingwan nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Really!"

"I don't believe it," Xu Ming said with a smile, "Unless Qingwan proves it to me."

Qin Qingwan said with difficulty: "But Brother Ming, how can I prove it?"

Xu Ming pretended to think for a moment: "How about this?"

Xu Ming walked to the Heavenly Mystery Goose's nest, plucked a feather from the sleeping Heavenly Mystery Goose's body, and then broke it in half, handing half to Qin Qingwan and keeping half for himself:

"You follow the National Preceptor to the Heavenly Mystery Sect. When we meet again next time, you must bring this half of the feather. Whoever loses it means that they have forgotten the other party, how about it?"

"Qingwan will not forget Brother Ming!"

Qin Qingwan, who was questioned, seemed a little angry and kept half of the feather close to her body.

But soon, Qin Qingwan's little anger disappeared, replaced by the sadness of parting: "Then Brother Ming, when will we be able to meet again?"

Xu Ming thought for a moment: "I saw in a miscellaneous book that there is a flower in the Heavenly Mystery Sect called the Blood Mandala. When the Blood Mandala blooms for the fifth time, we will definitely meet again."

"Really?" Qin Qingwan's eyes sparkled.

"Really," Xu Ming nodded. The Blood Mandala blooms once every two years, and ten years is enough.

"Then let's make a pinky promise," Qin Qingwan stretched out her white and tender little finger.

"Pinky promise," Xu Ming stretched out his hand, and the two little fingers hooked together.

Qin Qingwan shook Xu Ming's finger: "Pinky promise, hang it, no change allowed for a hundred years."

Xu Ming smiled and repeated: "Pinky promise, hang it, no change allowed for a hundred years."

"Brother Ming ~" As if thinking of something, Qin Qingwan called out softly.

"Hmm?"

"How long is a hundred years?"

"A hundred years, ah, a very, very long time."

"Then Brother Ming."

"Hmm."

"Can a hundred years be long enough for us to grow old together?"